Page 53 of Chased By the Fairy

Cupping one of his hands around the back of Sorrel’s head, he placed his forehead against his new fiancé’s, and breathed in the smell of his jasmine scent lightly wafting from his skin. To finally have him in his arms again, to feel his warmth and body, was the sweetest thing he’d ever experienced.

It was strange to think that the last person to technically kidnap Sorrel was the one he’d wanted to be stolen by the entire time.

A small, nervous, and broken smile curled his lips.

Facing the altar, where a fairy officiant was patiently standing in long pastel-blue robes, Sorrel fidgeted with one of the buttons of his white suit coat. Beneath his coat was a black button-up shirt he constantly pulled down from the cuffs when he felt as though it was constricting his torso – despite it being a perfect fit.

On the right side of his coat was a stitched flower that looked similar to the one he’d woken up in almost a year ago to the day. He’d never thought when he emerged from his flower that he would be standing where he was a year later, filled with nervous butterflies.

He will come, right?

He looked up at the white flowers that had been encouraged to bloom fully, acting as a canopy over the area. Then, his gaze drifted downward to the tiny pebbles that covered the dirt to hide it. Behind him were rows of bench chairs with the flower fairies he didn’t know a single name of seated upon them, and he darted his head forward.

There were many others sitting on spotted mushrooms, treebranches, tall rocks, or even hovering in the air. They were doing everything they could to witness this spectacular day.

He realised he shouldn’t have looked, not when it made his stomach churn with nerves.

The longer he stood there, and Cypress didn’t arrive, the more he felt uneasy.This wasn’t a joke, was it?He worried his feelings were being played with. That eventually everyone would start laughing at him for foolishly thinking theprincewould want to marry him.

I wish Greta could have been here.Although Cypress had revealed himself, and they’d both told her of their coming union, she was still a human. The king and queen thought it too much of a risk to have her at their wedding, and it would have unnerved the other fairies.

Laws needed to be rewritten, adding her as an exception, but it’d take time.

However, Cypress planned to move from the kingdom’s tree palace. He and Sorrel were going to partially occupy a corner of Greta’s farm that had a small number of trees so Sorrel could be with her.

He wanted to be close to her, but he also wanted to be with the person he loved.

Thankfully, at least Sunny was here. The swallow sprite was the only guest who he knew. Despite his offer to take Sorrel far away, he seemed genuinely happy he and the prince were getting married.

He was also Sorrel’s best man. “You’ll be fine. Don’t look so nervous,” Sunny stated with a small laugh, pulling down on the black suit vest that sat over a white shirt. Black slacks covered his strange, bird-like legs.

Sorrel gave a broken smile at his comforting words. His lips quivered as he attempted to hold it before he once more looked towards the officiant in front of him.

Given how Sorrel had no one to walk him down the aisle, and he’d felt even more uncomfortable with doing it by himself, the plan was that he’d wait for Cypress to walk it.

This waiting is excruciating.

What if he didn’t show? Sorrel shook his head.N-no. He will come. He was the one who asked me.And he had searched all winter for him. Why would he have done that if he didn’t love him?

Just when his stress was reaching its pinnacle, and he was about to twist one of the buttons of his coat until the thread snapped, horns blared.

His back stiffened as his heart threatened to stop.

Gentle music played and all the chattering went silent in a sudden hush.

He’s coming...Sorrel, who had his back to the people of the fairy court because they made him anxious, finally turned around. He did it slowly.

His breath was nearly knocked out of him at the sight.

Cypress was wearing a dark-red tuxedo that had floral patterns of black stitching all over it. His bow tie was black, as were his shoes, while his shirt was crisp white.

His hair, usually messy, boyish, and windblown looking, was now slick and gelled back. His golden spiked crown glittered on his head, and it made Sorrel flush.

It was the first time he’d seen him wear it, reminding him of his royal status.

His beard was trimmed to its medium stubble, since he’d let it go in his haste to find Sorrel. A part of him itched to rub his cheek against those spiky strands.

Then Sorrel’s insides melted when his eyes met Cypress’ molten maple-coloured ones and the twinkle of happiness reflected in them. His smile at seeing Sorrel at the altar waswide, but he noticed a cheeky hint in it – probably because he knew what was to come afterwards.

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